What if I had not ended up sitting next to her the first day
of college?

What if I had listened to him and been an Engineer instead?

What if I had not found the courage to defy them?

What if she had not moved in near me at the hostel?

What if I had been prejudiced and stayed aloof?

What if I hadn’t replied to the first mail?

What if I had taken the job offer?

What if I had not had the guts to break up?

What if I had decided to stay?

What if it were not for the eBook? ( :D)

What if I hadn’t picked up the phone that night?

What if I had not said YES?

What if I had not given him a chance?

What if I had not let go?

As we grow older, we realize life is a series of
‘What-if’s’. And it was entirely our choice that brought us to where we are
now. I have learnt not to regret anything I did because at one point in my
life, I was sure it was the best thing to do. As I look back on my life, I
would say, but not with a sigh, I took the road less traveled by and it has
made all the difference. Maybe my life has not even been close to perfect, I
have not done everything right, not taken the best decisions, but I’m glad I
took all those chances, I’m glad I had all those good times. I am happy I met
YOU, I am relieved I let go off you, I am pleased I let YOU stay, I am grateful
YOU are a part of my life and YOU, I don’t give a rat’s ass bout you :P The
pleasure has always been mine :D

Sunday, September 1, 2013

“You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And
you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.”

― David Levithan, Every You, Every Me

I see her, married and divorced at 25. She is a year younger to
me. She has known happiness and sorrow alike, loved and hated, the same person
over a span of a few years. And now she walks alone. Independent. Living life,
her way. Her eyes are kind, she has a pretty smile but is quite blunt at times and has an air of arrogance around her which few others can't seem to stand.

I see him. Bewildered. He’s young. And sensitive. But insensitive
to other’s feelings. Immature. He is a chauvinist. And waiting to fall in love.
I want to tell him, Good luck with that!

I see her. Confused. She is depressed all the time. Always on the
lookout for a reason to worry. She spreads the dark aura around her, wherever
she goes. Talk to her for an hour and you will feel suicidal. She tries hard to
fit in, everywhere. I wish I could tell her that her worries aren’t going to
get her anywhere, Get a life, girl!

I see him. A tad eccentric. Always smiling, a happy go lucky
fellow trying to carve his niche in the world. Others ridicule him. I like him.
He’s always nice to me.

I see her. Married. To a guy her parents found for her. He wants
her Dad’s money. She tries to love him. Like she loved the other guy. Her first
love. The man she wanted to marry. They were together for seven years. He just
happened to be following a different religion.

I see her. A multitude of façades. Someone I have to try hard to
tolerate. Looks anorexic. She is self-obsessed. And mysterious. I like the way
she giggles.

I see him. He has been married for a couple of months. And is
unhappy. She is not the kind of person he wanted. He has sleepless nights, worries a lot and he
drinks; to forget his qualms. I want to tell him, don’t be a coward. Running
away from your problems is never a solution.

I see her. Married and blessed with two little kids. She runs around
trying to manage work and family. She’s a mess. She shirks her responsibilities.
Maybe she’s just fed up. She has a beautiful smile. I wish I could tell her,
Learn to prioritize.

I see him. He’s very young. Everything that comes out of his mouth
is laced with sarcasm. He’s funny but people are cautious when they talk to
him. He’s going to have a hard time when he grows up and finds out a lot of
what he believes in, is utter bullshit. Humility is a virtue he doesn't know
exists.

I am but a mute observer. I am not perfect, not even close to
perfect. Maybe, I should be spending more time on self-introspection and bettering myself. But it’s beautiful, watching people, wondering what’s going on in their
minds. Finding my own reasons, justifications for whatever they did. It makes
life a lot interesting.